What is this hump?This intangible thing I can't seem to overcomeIt's all sorts of things that go bump, and I can't really defineEverything I've come to understand has been a lieand I really did believe, now everything is crumbling underthe weight of my running away, because in this lifethere really isn't anything to believe, nor anything to hold,as if the point of my life was to understand, and come to find outThere's nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to feel,just the epiphany that all there is to life is now, there's no tomorrowno yesterday, and everything spinning in circles in the mindis a fantasy.

This idea of carrying on, or of disappearing forever,of me, and of space and time, it disappears in quite solitudebut to give it up, is another thing all together, becausethoughts are very convincing, they start out fewand eventually there amassed in numbers so greatthat the idea of silence and of peace becomes just thatanother idea.

"We know nothing at all. All our knowledge is but the knowledge of schoolchildren. The real nature of things we shall never know." - Albert Einstein

"When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it?"-Eleanor Roosevelt

Jesse wrote:What is this hump?This intangible thing I can't seem to overcomeIt's all sorts of things that go bump, and I can't really defineEverthing I ve come to understand has been a lieand I really did believe, now everything is crumbling underthe weight of my running away, because in this lifethere really isn't anything to believe, nor anything to hold,as if the point of my life was to understand, and come to find outThere's nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to feel,just the epiphany that all there is to life is now, there's no tomorrowno yesterday, and everything spinning in circles in the mindis a fantasy.

This idea of carrying on, or of disappearing forever,of me, and of space and time, it disappears in quite solitudebut to give it up, is another thing all together, becausethoughts are very convincing, they start out fewand eventually there amassed in numbers so greatthat the idea of silence and of peace becomes just thatanother idea.

Hmm. Jesse, you seem to be taking on a very Platonic idea so i can see how it might go bump in the night. Are all concepts created equal? I hope not. But that is possibly my own anxieties speaking. Or me speaking through my anxieties. Or etc. I am also unhappy about the "quite solitude" Reminded me of something I got from this gregory darling book.

"How then? Space has for its measure the absence of the tangible.For example, not finding a solid thing in the dark, they say that this is space. Where there is the cessation of the traces and birth, when there is non origination of another thing by the force of understanding, there is the cessation -with - understanding." (Abhidharmakosa)